Untitled #2

self-indulgent #2 (I'd like to think that I'd rather my poems speak for themselves)

I desire elucidation
If only momentary
That this elusiveness I might
Grasp
Then overcome me in a deluge of
Weltering tears,
Threshold now rammed past
Momentum in glrious motion
Of destruction...

Quiet.

In silence lay the bricks
Fill the chasms that once exposed, now
Muted over, now
Forevermore fixed in agonised unwholeness.